Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 07:16:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Shower Spray, Part 3, Adult Friends, 3/3
Shower Spray, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Continued from Part 2
I was the first to awake that Sunday morning, after a
restful night's sleep. Our cock-to-cock session that
Saturday morning had been superbly satisfying, and
we'd spent the rest of the day bouncing around town,
seeing the sights, and thinking of the following
morning's sex to come. I pulled the sheet back to
reveal Max's body, and saw that he was lying on his
back, his long tapering prick draped over his left
thigh. He was sleeping soundly, and his morning
erection had not yet begun. I, on the other hand, was
hard from the pressure of a full bladder.
I began tickling the puckered end of his long tight
foreskin with one finger, sure that this would produce
a response. I watched his prick begin to swell, and
then he stirred, coming out of his solid sleep under
the dual stimuli of my stimulation and a full bladder.
By the time he'd opened his eyes, his prick was at
full mast, lying flat along his abdomen, a tapering
fleshy pole that was somewhat longer than my six
inches.
"I like that," he said as he opened his eyes. "I wish
you were here every morning to wake me up that way."
His hand reached for my prick, grasping it by the end
of the foreskin, pulling on the pucker to stretch the
nerve endings.
"I enjoy waking you up this way," I said. "I like it
especially when you're soft, and I can feel your prick
swelling in my hand."
"I'm the same way. I love to stroke a guy's dick and
watch it get hard, feel the shaft and head swelling,
until he's all the way up."
"We both start out small and get a lot bigger," I
said. "Some guys have big pricks but they don't get
much bigger when they get hard, just straighter and
harder."
"Some guys are `showers' but you and me are
`growers.'"
"You said you wanted to dock with my prick this
morning, Max. It's worth a try. I never docked any guy
while I was hard because my big helmet takes up all
the space in my foreskin. I had to come first so that
my prick would shrink. That was the only way I was
able to take a guy's cock-head in my foreskin. Your
tip's narrow enough so that we can give it a try. I'm
sure you can get at least half-way in me."
"Let's take a shower first," Max suggested. "If we're
going to dock, I want to make sure you're really hot
because your tip's a little less sensitive than mine,
and I'd like us to come together. I'm going to work
you up with the shower spray." In the shower, we
didn't bother to soap up, as we weren't really dirty
and the hot water would rinse off any sweat we'd
developed during the night. Our erections had
softened, which led to what happened next. The water
sluiced down our bodies, and I felt its warmth
penetrating to my cock-head through my foreskin.
"I've got to pee," Max said and I saw the first
trickle from the puckered end of his prick. The heat
in my glans stimulated my reflex as well, and I joined
him, the flow meager at first but quickly becoming a
heavy stream. Max pinched the end of my hood shut and
we watched it balloon under the pressure.
"I'm stretching your sex-skin for you. It'll have to
stretch a little to take my dick-head." He released it
to allow the heavy yellow gush to unload. "Now you do
it. Hold on as long as you can, almost until it starts
to hurt. I want to see how much extra room you've got
for another dick-head in there." I pinched the end of
my hood, and it began swelling again.
"Maybe there's enough room for you too," I commented
as my flesh swelled with urine.
"I think there is," he answered. "We'll know for sure
in a few minutes. Now Max took the shower spray off
its clip.
"Okay, now turn around and spread your legs," he
said. "I'm going to rinse you off down there from
behind." I complied, and heard his voice again:
"Now pull back your dick-skin until it snags behind
that big rim." I did so and he continued:
"Now I'm going to set the spray head to `pulse' and
let you feel what that's like." I felt a concentrated
blast of stinging water needles hit my anus, and then
move forward along my perineum, like a thousand tiny
caressing fingers. Even though Max hadn't yet hit my
prick with it, I felt myself becoming aroused. Now the
hot jet played over my balls, tickling them, and my
arousal increased. I felt the pulsing water jet move
along my shaft, which was becoming distended from the
excitement, moving slowly until it reached the hot
spot under my glans.
"How does that fell, now that I'm hitting your sweet
spot? I know you're very sensitive there."
"Oh, that's really hot, Max," I replied. "You're
getting me hot and hard."
"Now I'm going to turn the temperature up more, get
the water really hot." He adjusted the knob and the
water jet became hotter, almost too hot to stand, and
I felt the liquid pulses pounding the underside of my
glans with their heat.
"You're really doing it to me," I said. "That spray
makes my tip tingle. You keep that up and you'll make
me come."
"No, I won't let you come yet. I'm going to get you
worked up just short of coming. Now that I've turned
the heat up your dick's gotten very stiff and your
helmet's getting very dark and purple. Turn around
now." I turned and felt his strong fingers grasp my
shaft, holding it up to point towards his face.
"Now I can see what's happening perfectly, Jack. Your
tip's swelled up and your hole's wide open, like a
teardrop shape. Let's see how it feels when I shoot
the jet directly into your hole." He raised the shower
head and I felt the jet pounding the dome of my helmet
and driving deep into my meatus, parting the distended
lips even farther, and the liquid needles tickling the
inside of my urethra. I was feeling the glorious
sensations, and Max knew it. He pushed my cock down
slightly and raised the shower head, directing the
pulsing jet at the broad upper surface of my glans.
"Oh, wow, that feels like a hundred little hammers
hitting the top of my head," I said. As I spoke, I
noticed that he, too, was becoming aroused, his prick
stiffening as he played the jet over my prick.
"Yeah, I know that feels good. Now I'm going to pull
your skin back even more and do the groove behind the
helmet." His fingers firmly grasped my shaft-skin and
pulled back, drawing the bunched collar of foreskin
away from the head, and I felt the pulsing jet digging
into my groove and hitting the back of my corona. He
moved the spray back and forth, spraying my glans and
then the deep groove behind it.
"Oh, yeah, that feels really good. It feels like I'm
getting stroked back and forth along my rim and
groove. That's really hot. But you're getting excited
too, and I haven't even touched you."
"You don't have to touch me. I get hot just playing
with your dick and watching the effects the water
jet's having on it. Your tip's getting dark purple,
and I can tell it's really reaching you." Now he
shifted the spray to hammer the domed front of my
glans again, making me shudder as the intense
sensations bit into my nerve endings. I reached for
his prick, grasping it by the puckered end.
"No, don't do that!" he said. "You're the one I want
to get all worked up so that you come when I do." I
let go of his hood and felt his fingers grasp my
swollen glans.
"You're really getting worked up too," I said. "Your
balls are getting tight against your body." As I
spoke, I felt his thumb and forefinger giving my
swollen glans small and almost imperceptible squeezes.
"Your tip's gotten harder," he said. "You're getting
close." He shifted the water spray down to the
underside of the head, massaging my hot spot with the
pulses, and my eyes closed as my excitement built to a
crescendo. Suddenly, he let go of my prick and the
water spray stopped.
"That's as far as we go," he said. "I don't want you
coming here in the shower. Save it for when we dock.
Take a few deep breaths and we'll dry off." I opened
my eyes and saw him turned off the shower. He opened
the sliding door and reached for a towel.
"I was close, Max, really close." He began to dry my
body, working from my shoulders down, and when he
reached my prick he carefully drew the foreskin down
over the still wet head.
"I know you were close, Jack. Your tip was so hot and
hard, like a rock. Now just let me dry you, and then
I'll dry myself. I don't want you touching me because
that might get me too worked up." After he'd dried my
legs he began quickly drying his body.
"Hey, Max, a drop of fluid just dropped from the end
of your prick onto the mat. You getting a lot of lube
right now?"
"I've been lubing since my dick got stiff," he
answered. "It's a good thing I've got a lot of lube.
We'll need it to get my dick-head into your skin." He
led the way back to the bed, where he placed a folded
towel between us. He lay on his left side facing me,
and I was on my right side facing him. Our hard pricks
pointed towards each other, and Max moved forward
slightly so that they touched, the puckered lips of
our foreskins touching in a kiss. I felt his warm
flesh slide against mine, lubricated by the copious
clear fluid that seeped from his prick.
"We'll need the towel because we're really going to
blow big loads this time," he said.
"Want me to skin back?" I asked.
"No, just let me handle it. I'll spread the opening
of your skin first." He grasped the puckered end of my
foreskin and stretched the thick flesh outward,
widening the orifice and pulling the skin forward as
well.
"That feels good," I said. "You'll always get a rise
out of me stretching those nerve endings."
"I know it does, Jack. Now you grab my dick with just
two fingers, right on both sides of my rim, and pull
the skin back." I did as he'd told me, sliding his
foreskin back slowly, and seconds later the sleek
blood-red head stood out in its tapered glory,
dripping clear fluid. He moved forward slightly, and
the tip of it slid easily into my stretched foreskin
opening.
"I can feel it touching my tip," I said. "Your head's
pretty hard, but so smooth."
"I'm going to slip my head in along the top of
yours," he said. "There's more room along the top." He
thrust forward gently, and I felt his tapered head
insinuating itself deeper into my foreskin, smoothly
stretching the taut flesh even further. As we were
looking down at our pricks, we both saw the bulge his
glans made as it pushed deeper into my hood.
"It feels good so far," I said. "I can feel your head
sliding along mine. Good thing you leak so much lube.
That makes it a lot easier." He pushed forward another
increment, and now was more than half-way inside my
foreskin, the nose of his glans smoothly sliding
towards my corona on a film of his thick lubricant.
"I'm going to push it in as far as your rim," he said
as he continued to press his hard hot glans deeper
into my taut hood. I felt the heat of his tip against
my flesh as the twin lobes of his glans pressed into
the top of mine.
"I can really feel you in there," I commented. "It
feels so hot and smooth." He pressed farther, and the
bulge of his heavily lubricated glans reached my
corona, my foreskin tightly stretched around it.
"Okay, I'm in all the way. Now I'm going to start
massaging both heads with your dick-skin." He shifted
his grip and now enclosed my bulging foreskin in his
fist, which he began to move slightly back and forth
with a twisting motion.
"Oooohhh, that feels good," I said. "You're rubbing
my foreskin against both heads and I can feel the
sideways stretching of my gee-string."
"That's supposed to feel good," he replied. "Are you
comfortable with what I'm doing? I'm not pulling or
stretching your skin too much, am I?"
"No, that's just fine," I replied. Max now lay his
head on top of mine, so that our cheeks touched. His
chest pressed against mine.
"I can feel your heart beating," he observed. "I like
that."
"It feels so intimate, Max. I can feel your heart
too, and your tip inside my hood. Your stroking's just
right, and really exciting."
"I'm really excited, darling," he said, surp
rising me with this term of endearment. I responded
immediately:
"It feels like our bodies are one, lover." I felt him
thrusting his tapered glans in slight motions into my
hood, as his warm fingers continued to stroke my
prick.
"Your tip feels so hot and hard against mine," he
said. "It's getting me really hot."
"I can feel it stretching my foreskin. It's sliding
against my head as you're moving," I murmured into his
ear. We were both sweating with excitement as our
bodies joined.
"I'm getting close," he whispered. "I'm going to give
you something extra so you don't get left behind." I
felt his finger move to rub against the front of my
wet glans, caressing the dome directly to send
messages of joy into my swollen tip. My excitement
surged, and he must have felt it, for he said:
"Your tip's really hard now. I think we'll come
together." He removed his finger, but tightened his
grip on my foreskin as he twisted and stretched it.
"I hope so, Max," I said. "I want this to be a
special moment for us. I want to feel you come against
me, inside my foreskin."
"I'm almost there," he gasped as his breathing became
ragged. He was thrusting harder now, and each lunge
stretched my foreskin more. Feeling his rising
excitement aroused me even further, and a tickling
feeling began in my glans where his tip slid against
mine. My eyes closed.
"My tip's tingling," he moaned. "Any second..." He
was hot, and my engorged glans ached for the release
of orgasm. I felt the sensations build up, from my
balls to my tip, and I knew that when he came, I
wouldn't be far behind.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" he cried out, and I felt a powerful
throb in his glans as his orgasm began. The hot
torrent of his first ejaculation shot from his pulsing
tip and I felt the fluid spraying against the inside
of my taut foreskin and running around the groove
behind my corona, its heat triggering my climax.
I felt my cock-root contract and squirt the first hot
jet into my urethra, where it seared its way forward,
the intense sensation making me cry out in joyful
agony. Max's tip hammered against my glans again, and
another heavy discharge filled my foreskin with its
fluid. My groove was filled with his hot discharge and
the surplus ran forward between my helmet and
foreskin, triggering another hot blast from my
cock-root.
Neither of us was able to speak intelligibly, as the
stunning power of our orgasms numbed our minds, but we
groaned loudly as we spewed our hot liquids, lost in
our mutual ecstasy. I felt Max's hot glans throbbing
against mine as another torrent surged from the tip,
stretching my taut foreskin even more as it began to
overflow. I felt the spasms all through my shaft,
adding to the hot sensations of Max's throbs.
Max shot again with a load moan, mindlessly writhing
against me, and my body responded by loosing another
hot load that shot from my swollen tip. I felt his
body straining against mine as he spewed another load
into my distended foreskin, bathing my glans in
viscous liquid and making me shoot again.
His next jet was weaker, as was mine, and I felt that
its force was less. We writhed together as our last
spasms wracked our bodies, and I felt the last
discharges seeping up my tube to trickle from the tip.
Seconds after we'd become still, I roused myself
enough to open my eyes. Max's eyes were still shut,
and he seemed dazed by the after-shock of his climax.
Now he lifted his head and I saw his eyes open.
"Man, that was great!" he said weakly, trying to
recover full consciousness.
"It was great for me too," I replied. "I felt it every
time you shot, and every shot made me shoot too. I
felt every throb of your cock-head."
"It was so hot and smooth inside your dick-skin, and
that made me shoot so hard. I really drained my balls
this time."
"I'm all drained too," I said. "Feeling that hot
cream shooting inside my hood made it so intense." We
got up on one elbow, looking down at our dripping
pricks.
"Good thing I got the towel," he said. "We really
shot heavy loads." Max's fingers still held my
foreskin in place over Max's cock-head. Although I'd
let go of Max's prick, his foreskin was still
retracted, butted up against the bulk of my foreskin
encasing his tip.
"Yeah, we did. When you let go of my foreskin, a lot
of cream's going to pour out of it."
"You shot your load all over my balls," he said.
"Your dick-head was under mine, and you shot straight
back under my shaft." I saw the thick white liquid
dripping from Max's tight scrotum, which had not yet
begun to relax.
"I felt your throbs in my head," I said. Each time
your tip throbbed, it was like a heavy knock against
my tip. That was sensational."
"I felt all of your throbs too," he said. "Now we'd
better get into the shower before all that come-juice
dries on us." He was right, as Max's groin area was
coated with my cream, both where my jets had landed
and where they'd dripped afterward. His right hand had
streams of white fluid all over its fingers and palm,
and my foreskin was still dripping. We got up,
gingerly holding the towel to our groins. Our
erections had begun to collapse, and Max carefully
held the towel under them as we worked our way to the
bathroom.
Inside, he gave our groins a final swipe to sop up
the excess before throwing the towel into the washer
tub. When we stepped into the shower, he turned on the
water and detached the shower spray head from its
clip, playing it all over my lower body.
"Gotta get that juice rinsed off," he commented. "You
know the way it sticks to your hairs when it starts to
dry." He carefully and lovingly skinned me back as he
turned the spray on my prick. "You've got a lot under
that dick-skin," he explained. The hot spray played
over my glans, rinsing away our secretions, and then
me pushed me to turn me around.
"I'll get all of it, just in case some got between
your legs." I felt him spray my anus and perineum, and
then he turned me around again, handing me the spray
head.
"Okay, now I'll do you," I said as I noticed that his
foreskin had slipped down to engulf the tapered glans.
I first worked on his scrotum, which was now lower
than it had been in the bedroom, following up with a
fingertip rub to loosen any clots of sperm. I worked
the spray down his legs, and then turned him so that I
could get him from the rear.
"I bet I've got some behind my balls too," he
commented as he bent forward slightly to give me
better access. I played the hot spray on his anus, and
worked down his perineum to bathe the rear of his
scrotum, again using my fingers to loosen any clots.
"Now you can turn around," I said as I nudged his hip
with one hand. "I've saved the best for last." Max's
almost limp prick was arcing down in front of him, and
I carefull sprayed the hairs around it before grasping
his shaft just behind the head to draw back the tight
hood.
"Is your tip still sensitive?" I asked, knowing that
the hot spray might feel uncomfortable if he still had
that residual sensitivity that lingers after orgasm.
"No, I'm okay," he answered. I pressed back his
foreskin, holding it retracted as I aimed the spray at
the red strawberry shaped glans, rinsing off the thick
secretions of cream and lubricant.
"I figured you had a lot under your foreskin, the way
you shot inside mine," I explained as I rinsed his
glans and inverted foreskin clean.
"Oh, I know I did. When I pulled out of your
sex-skin, mine slipped down and trapped a lot of
juice." I pulled back harder on his shaft skin to get
the wrinkles out of the thick flesh that surrounded
the rounded rim of his glans. The hot spray played
over his delicate tissues, and he shuddered.
"You're still pretty sensitive there," I observed.
"Yeah, guess I am," he replied. "That water spray's
pretty powerful, anyway. I'm too drained to shoot
again, though." Now I played the spray over his whole
body, rinsing off the sweat, and handed the shower
head to him. Max sprayed me from head to toe, and then
turned off the water.
"Well, let's go out and get breakfast," I said as he
toweled me dry, carefully slipping my foreskin down to
protect the head. His had slipped forward as soon as
I'd let go. We got dressed, knowing that a fun-filled
day lay in front of us.
The end